I'm convinced there's a small room in the attic of the Foreign Office where future diplomats are taught to stammer.
I don't mind foreigners. God save the queen!" he squeaked and ran.
[The pamphlet] was very patriotic. That is, it talked about killing foreigners.
Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it.
This is the devilish thing about foreign affairs: they are foreign and will not always conform to our whim.
There's the one thing no nation can ever accuse us of and that is secret diplomacy. Our foreign are an open book, generally a check book.
Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.
No foreign policy-no matter how ingenious-has any chance of success if it is born in the minds of few and carried in the hearts of many.
When our government is spoken of as some menacing, threatening, foreign entity, it ignores the fact that in our democracy, government is us.